Three duets

Dear thoughts are in my mind, and my soul soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day
For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted,
And tomorrow she shall hear all my fond heart would say.

I shall tell her all my love, all my soul's adoration,
And I think she will hear me and will not say me nay.
It is this that gives my soul all its joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day.

Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
Give thou repose.

And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead day's requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
Soft lullaby.

Let them that guard the hornèd moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have new dreams and blest
In my brief rest.

Fold your great wings about my face,
Hide dawning from my resting-place,
And cheat me with your false delight,
Most Holy Night.

A great big sea hove in Long Beach,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
A great big sea hove in Long Beach,
And Granny Snooks she lost her speech.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.

A great big sea hove in the harbour,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
A great big sea hove in the harbour,
And hove right up to Keough's parlour.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.

Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
Oh, mother dear, I wants a sack,
With beads and buttons down the back.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.

Me boot is broke, me frock is tore,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
Me boot is broke, me frock is tore,
But Georgie Snooks I do adore.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.

Oh, fish is low and flour is high,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
Oh, fish is low and flour is high,
So Georgie Snooks he can't have I.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.

But he will have me in the fall,
Right fal-or-al taddle diddle I-do;
If he don't I'll hoist my sail,
And say goodbye to old Canaille.
To me right fol-didy fol-dee.